That weight is familiar but only on Ifrit and it makes his head bow a little. And he promptly swings the tail hard. Sorry if he whacks you, Joshua. Will.

And the lightness in his arms worries him. Whether or not it's good, it is because he's not doing anything more with the baby.

"It is. Thank you, Pearl. We owe you a debt we can never repay, but we will do our best to do so."

And he's going to move the baby back over to the pile, gently kneeling to set the little one onto the others.

"Please, rest now."